What Happened To The Elder Gods, Vol. 1

A chicken divine

Made entirely of gold

With a mind to cure cancer

And which never gets old

That makes a girl fall in love

And a man squeal like a dork

Looks as lovely as can be

As I stab it with my fork.

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